so i'm at work, in a bad mood because i hate my job and someone gets online and proceeds to go on and on and on about how he's going to see rufus wainwright tonight and i'm not. i got mad, really mad, and very jealous.... then suddenly, 'cigarettes and chocolate milk' came on my yahoo radio, immediately followed by some DMB... and I had to ponder the fact that not only am i a concert-nazi, but also that since the release of 'want one' on september 23, 2003, i have seen rufus wainwright perform five times. four of those i got setlists from, one of them i sat front row and gave my love a dozen roses, and one of them i had a direct conversation with him while he was on stage (via tray-z). and before this year, i had a solid 6 concerts under my belt, the first of which was in baltimore in april of 1999 with about 40 other people. clearly, i am rufus' #1 fan, and words won't bring me down, and i should stop being insanely jealous when he's not in DC.
so what if i'm not seeing him tonight?
the love rufus and i share goes much deeper than attending every single concert.
so here, ladies and gentlement, an ode to those that did get to see rufus today...
to prove that i'm not entirely bitter.... ;)
(to be sung to the tune of 14th street)
you've got ed norton's face
clay aiken's eyes,
an irish accent,
And my brother's name --
You walked me down 14th Street
To the Black Cat we went, in pursuit of some laughs
In the home of the brave and of the weak
But why'd you go home so soon?,
Couldn't you have stayed a little longer?
Why'd you have see Rufus without me?
Didn't you know, it wouldn't be as fun?
sometimes, i rule. not all the time. but most of the time.
~courtney
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